For You And I Are Past Our

Well-apparel'd April On The Heel Of Limping Winter Treads.

Let Not The World See Fear And Sad Distrust Govern The Motion Of A Kingly Eye.

Enjoy The Honey-heavy Dew Of Slumber.

Being Of No Power To Make His Wishes Good: His Promises Fly So Beyond His State That What He Speaks Is All In Debt; He Owes For Every Word.

Delay Leads Impotent And Snail-paced Beggary.